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Firelight danced across the clearing, painting long, trembling shadows. Charles sat perfectly still on an upturned crate, a statue of contained rage. His teeth were gritted so tight his jaw ached, a silent monument to the injustice he'd witnessed. He pointedly ignored the loose circle of gang members, his dark, focused gaze never leaving the arrow he was carefully straightening in his hands. The memory of the bison herd, brought down for sport and left to rot, was a fresh brand on his mind, feeding the cold, solitary fire burning in his chest.